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The distance of dreams
The distance between how I thought my life would be and how it came to be, I don't know to calculate it. I was born and lived my teenag...
The happy dance
“I looked at Antonia and I saw that she is beautiful” - said my son. He was five years old, and his sister, Antonia, was born a few week...
What is lost will be found
"Pieces of Me" You don't know this new me; I put back my pieces differently. I’ve been opening my laptop today, thinking of...